Love Coming from the Least Expected

The journalists’ incessant questions were getting on my nerves. As the crowd kept jostling about, someone hit my hand, and the thermos I was holding fell to the ground, spilling the content inside. The scent of caramelized pork ribs wafted across the air. Hey! That’s Christopher’s favorite!

“Can you give it a rest?” I looked up and glared at the journalist, but he wiped his hand calmly as if it wasn’t his fault Christopher’s lunch was spilled. “Ms. Tanner, everyone saw you kissing with Remington back at the art exhibition? Are you dumping Mr. Lane for him? As far as I know, Remington is engaged. You guys have seen his fiancée, haven’t you?”

the journalists started calling me names. They were using this interview as a

someone pulled me into his embrace, and a familiar warmth encased me. When I realized it was Christopher, I almost

his arms tightly, keeping

I had nothing to be scared of

the bolder ones asked, “Mr. Lane, are you really going

on a great woman like Ms. Martin just for a divorced woman. That’s really unfair for Ms. Martin.” A

was still shaking from fear, he patted the back of my hand to calm me down. And then he glared at the journalists. “I think you guys are getting something

If someone tells you to break up with the one you love, just to be with someone you don’t love because that someone loves you deeply, will you do

that. A moment later, one of them said, “Mr. Lane, that’s not a fair comparison. Ms. Martin has dated you for years, but now you’re breaking up with her because you got a

mouth!” Christopher growled, his eyes gleaming with cold murder. “You call my wife a third party again and you’re getting it! I don’t care about the consequences, and don’t try

and the journalists